Lyla
When I arrived at my room, the warm scent of lavender greeted me. Nanny was there, smoothing the wrinkles from my bedspread. The windows and curtains were open to let in light and a cool breeze. The entire room looked sparkling and brand new.
She looked up as I entered, her face lighting up with a smile.
"Done with training already?" she asked surprisingly gently.
I blinked. I expected her to scold me for going to train barely hours after recovering.
"Yes," I nodded, staring at her cautiously.
"Good!" she nodded and returned to her task, humming softly to herself.
I stood there for a few minutes, hoping she would snap at me, but she didn't. She must have noticed I was still there because she looked up again.
"Did you want something?" she asked.
"No," I shook my head. "The maids would have cleaned the room. You're at that age when you shouldn't be bending so much."
